Hey all! Time for a new chapter! Let's get this started, shall we? But, before that, I have a couple things to address:
Some people have stated that there is a girl-boy-girl-boy ratio. I ASSURE you that it is not intentional, as you shall see soon enough!
People were wondering why Cody was not upset over Gwen. That will be addressed this chapter.
I will give the basis of the plot I have for this story overall. This won't be brought up again until much later in the story, so no worries if you're skipping over this. This one story "Despair Island" will contain three seasons. That's right, three. After 'Total Drama Island' is completed and there is a winner crowned, the story "Despair Island" will have its name changed to "The Tragic Tale of Total Drama." and after the finale for this season, 'Total Drama Action' will start, using the thirteen Total Drama Revenge of the Island contestants. This will be another full length season, complete with boring reward challenges for extra juicy development. And yet again, after that, 'Total Drama World Tour' will start with the fourteen TDPI contestants on the Jumbo Jet. That season, though…ohohoh…it will NOT be your average season. You'll see when it gets written ;).
Last but not least, this chapter will be shorter then the other ones, not that I think anyone cares too much!
Anyways, now that those three things have been addressed, let us begin!
The sun peaked over the horizon on the eighth day of Total Drama. A slight breeze ruffled the trees as the sun steadily rose into the air.
One person exited the cabin before Chris was able to wake anyone up. They slipped into the Confessional Cam.
(Confessional: Cody.)
Cody's eyes are baggy and ragged from being up so early. "I've been up thinking about Gwen, and…well, I realized I didn't feel too upset when she was eliminated." He attempts to rub the tiredness out of his eyes. "And my initial reaction was why. Why am I not feeling bad? Why?" He shakes his head. "I don't know why…I, I guess I was too clouded by relief? I thought she really was something special, but I can't even bring myself to feel too bad about her death…her freakin' death!" Tears dust his eyes. 'I don't know what's wrong with me…this game does horrible things to your emotions." He's about to continue, but an air horn rings throughout the camp. "Wakey wakey, campers!" Is heard from outside. "Gotta go." He mumbles, exiting the confessional.
(End Confessional: Cody.)
Cody exited the confessional and headed over to the Mess Hall, expecting to be the first one there. He was mistaken. A tired-looking Ezekiel was sitting at the Bass table, alone. His eyes were shut and his hands were on his Bible.
Now feeling awkward, Cody went back to his cabin.
"Oh man." Duncan yawned as he cracked his back. "I am not ready for today."
Harold fumbled for his glasses. Finding them, the nerd put them on and checked his wristwatch. "Gosh." He muttered. "I am hungry."
"Yo, where is Ezekiel?" Geoff yawned as he put on his hat.
Duncan looked around the cabin, as if Ezekiel might be hiding on the ceiling."Don't know. Probably went for breakfast early or to take a shower or something. I still feel like I have Tyler's brain bits on me."
Harold gave an involuntary shudder. "That was horrible." He rasped.
Geoff winced, scratching the back of his head. "Better than bowling balls, though."
"I hear that…"
"Look," Duncan started. "Since Ezekiel isn't here, let's discuss. We know who we're booting if we lose, right?"
Harold and Geoff glanced at each other.
"I think so." Harold nodded. He eyed the delinquent suspiciously. "We're not going to throw the challenge though, are we?"
Duncan scoffed, flicking the nerd in the neck. ("Gosh.") "No, dweeb, that would be a terrible idea. I feel the teams are going to merge soon, I'd guess around ten players. That means we still have five players to go." He addressed Harold specifically now. "That means we have only two challenges we can lose before it's your ass on the line. But hey, if you want to start throwing challenges, fine by me."
Harold gulped. "No, that's not what I-"
"Good!" Duncan clapped his hands, before clapping Harold and Geoff on the back. "Glad we're all on the same page. Now lets get some grub."
The three guys left the cabin.
(Confessional: Harold.)
Harold gulps. "Duncan's really scary. Though its worth it to be in the alliance. And I guess in retrospect it was kind of a stupid question." He rubs his neck. "Gosh, that hurt though."
(End Confessional: Harold.)
The three guys in the Gopher cabin were currently crowding around the mirror, trying to make sure they looked good.
"Dude, you're gorgeous, we all get it." Cody said, irritated. "Give me a turn." He tried to push away Justin's much bigger, muscular body. Needless to say, it didn't work. He slipped and hit the ground after Justin gave him a small nudge.
"I need to make sure I look good, okay?" Justin shot back.
"I just want to make sure my hair looks good." Trent said diplomatically. "Give me thirty seconds?"
"Why do you even care?" Cody asked from the ground, "You got a little lady friend you're trying to impress?"
Trent made a disbelieving noise.. "As if I would be stupid enough to do that in a place like this."
"Tell that to Bridgette and Geoff." Justin commented as he made sure his eyebrows were finely plucked.
"Psh, I'll say." Cody grumbled as he got up, dusting himself off. "You'd think on an island where everyone is going to die the girls would be a little more willing to get jiggly."
Trent turned to the pervert. "It's that kind of attitude that almost got you killed in the beginning of this. Don't blow it now."
Cody sighed. "I guess…it's just…I don't know. I'm confused." He shook his head. "I'm going to go grab some breakfast." He left the chain.
Meanwhile, Justin was listening to all of this with a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised.
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin tapped his chin. "Setting up Cody would be almost too easy, but I don't know if I can deal with the guilt." He admits. He sighs and trails off into thought.
(End Confessional: Justin.)
"Shit!" Courtney cursed as she spilled her glass of water off her bedside table. It splashed onto Sadie's small shirt, which she had just been about to pick up.
"Thanks, Courtney." Sadie scoffed, trying to get the water out.
Normally Courtney would be one to apologize after something like that, but Sadie's tone of voice and the lack of sleep made her a little more crotchety than usual.
"Then don't leave your slutty clothing all over the floor." Courtney snapped. "Hang it up like the rest of us do!"
"Whoa, easy." Bridgette scolded her alliance mate. "No need to be mean."
"Oh no, do not diss Katie's fashion sense." Sadie said. "We can get like, really mean, and you don't want to deal with that."
Courtney rolled her eyes, clearly not intimidated. "Of course it's Katie's fashion sense. She could wear the ugliest thing ever and you'd follow it around, like the sheep you are."
Sadie gasped. "You…you…" She couldn't think of anything good, and ran out of the cabin, tears stinging her eyes.
"That was too harsh." Bridgette frowned.
"Wha-huh-wah?" Courtney spluttered. "Did you see how she treated me? She was way out of line!"
"Whatever." Bridgette sighed, not wanting to cause anymore conflict.
(Confessional: Sadie.)
"Courtney is so horrid!" Sadie shouted, stamping her foot. "Why did Tyler have to get killed last night? He is so much nicer than Courtney, and such a better person!" She growls. "And that comment about Katie, it made me so mad!" She gestured to her head. "See! Our hair is totally different now, I am not a sheep to Katie! I'm not I'm not I'm not!"
(End Confessional: Sadie.)
(Confessional: Courtney.)
"Ugh, Sadie." Courtney had a disgusted tone in her voice. "What a nutcase."
(End Confessional: Courtney.)
Lindsay yawned as she stretched. "Can we like, not?" She huffed.
"Not what?" A confused Katie, who was putting her hair into her usual pigtails, asked.
"Like, not!" Lindsay repeated, as though the meaning was obvious.
"I hear that." LeShawna yawned as she changed into her daytime clothes.
Katie was now even more confused. "Hear what?"
Before anyone could answer the question, a loud banging on the door startled all four girls. Wailing was heard shortly after.
"Waah! Katie, can I come in? Waahaa!"
In a flash, Katie was at the doorway, wrenching it open and ushering a sobbing Sadie inside. The duo took a seat on Katie's bed, whilst Beth and LeShawna looked annoyed by the chubby girls shattering of the what was otherwise semi-peaceful atmosphere.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Katie cooed.
"Courtney is being so mean to me!" The tear-stricken butterball wailed. "She called me a clone of you, and got Tyler eliminated!"
Katie gasped, and the other females also made noises of surprise.
"They ousted the cripple?" Heather asked. "That's cold."
"Oh, he was so nice!" Beth trembled.
"You are not a clone of me!" Katie assured. "We're just similar, don't worry about it." She continued to console her BFFL until she finally calmed down. By this time Heather, who didn't exactly enjoy displays of "gut wrenching puppy love", had left for the Mess Hall, and LeShawna had excused herself soon after.
"You're always so much stronger than me." Sadie sniveled. "And I can't be a clone, because you're better at everything!"
Katie got stern. "Now, Sadie, that's, like, not the way to look at things! Major depressing. You can totally kick butt, you just have to show your teammates!"
Sadie looked in awe at the skinnier girl. After a moments thought, her face brightened. "You're right!" She exclaimed, much happier. "I just have to show them I can kick butt!"
"There you go!" Katie cheered. "EEEEEE!"
"EEEE!" Sadie responded.
"EEEEEEEEEEE!"
(Confessional: Katie & Sadie.)
"Katie is like, the best." Sadie smiled. "She cheers me up and makes me happy, even in this like horrible time! Make us like we normally are! All happy and bubbly!"
"Aw, Sadie, you are like, the sweetest thing!" Katie smiled, hugging her bald friend.
"No, you are!"
"No, you are!"
(End Confessional: Katie & Sadie.)
"That was like, so totally sweet!" Lindsay gushed as Katie and Sadie left the cabin arm in arm.
Beth nodded in agreement. "That was like, SO sweet."
"SO sweet!"
The campers were all eating in the Mess Hall, once again, as Chris came into the Mess Hall, dressed in camo gear. "Good morning, grunts!" He grinned.
"Great." Duncan snapped, eyeing Chris's outfit. "Is today's challenge 'Give everyone a gun and see who is last alive?'"
"Clever, but no." Chris said sarcastically. He walked towards the Portrait Wall. "As you'll all have noticed, Tyler is not here. Guess the Bass got fed up with his uselessness."
Ezekiel glared at him while Duncan and Geoff quickly restrained Sadie, who looked like she was about to try and attack Chris.
"Now, let's get this useless face out of here…literally." Chris chuckled as he removed Tyler's portrait from the end and slid it in-between Gwen's and Beth's. He flipped the switch, and all that was left was a grey stump, with a bit of spine sticking out. "See? Literally?" Chris chuckled.
"You're psychotic." Heather spat.
"Thanks." Chris winked at her. "Now, if you will all follow me outside, it's time for your eighth challenge!"
Groans and moans were heard over the sound of fifteen chairs scraping against wood as the contestants all followed the crazy host outside.
Chris led the teens to the elimination area, where there were stands with paintball guns and some rather odd attire.
"What the hell is this?" Trent asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"Paintball guns." Harold exclaimed, grinning. "Wicked!"
"Yes, paintball guns! Today's challenge is Total Drama's very first Paintball Deer Hunt Challenge!" Chris announced.
"There's going to be more than one?" Cody asked, eyebrow raised.
"Err, well no…but it's the first one." Chris explained.
This was not an acceptable explanation for the local ginger nerd. "Idiot! That makes no sense! Why would you name it the first if there will not be a second?! God! Curse your inability to think things through!"
Chris was now annoyed. "Shut up, Harold." He pouted. "Because of that, you get to be a deer!"
"So we won't be killing or hurting any animals." A relieved Bridgette stated.
"Nope, though, let's face it, you're all pretty much animals!" The host preceded to erupt into a chuckle-fest, though grew irritated when no one laughed with him. "Alright, let's move on then." He said with frown. "We're going to have three Gopher hunters and three Bass. The hunters for the Gophers are Justin, Cody, and Heather."
Paintball guns and caps were thrown to the thee aforementioned teens.
"Sweet." Cody grinned, aiming down the sights of his rifle.
(Confessional: Heather.)
Heather taps her foot against the ground. "Well, looks like I'm with Justin again. I need to try and get him on my side." She sighs. "I have no interest in getting with that ghetto trash LeShawna, and she seems to have Beth under her foot. Cody's a perv' and Lindsay's in a shaky place with everyone. That leaves Katie and Trent, too bad they're both deer this challenge. I'll just wait, and work on Justin."
(End Confessional: Heather.)
Justin flashed his beautiful smile as he waved his paintball gun around. "Boy am I glad I won't have to worry about welts on my perfect skin." He started, and then looked at Chris. "I…won't have to worry, right?"
"Correctamundo, Justa-rooney. The hunters gain no benefit from shooting the other teams hunters. The only thing that will happen is their ammo depletion."
Justin nodded.
"Now, for the Bass hunters, we have Sadie, Harold, and and Bridgette!"
"Wicked." Harold wheezed, catching his paintball gun.
"Aw c'mon! I would've killed it as a hunter!" Duncan complained. "Do you want us to lose, McLean, look at the hunters you gave us!"
"Too bad, Dunkarooney." Chris mocked. "You just gotta deal. Now, to the deer go their costumes, fuzzy little deer tails with deer antlers and a cute little nose! If you take these off, your team is automatically eliminated from the challenge and will have to send someone to their death. Capicé?"
Duncan snarled at the host but put the antlers on anyways. "Stupid challenge." He grumbled.
"Now, it's just about eight A.M. right now. You have until high noon to shoot each other up. After that, the team that is judged to have fared the worst will be declared the losers."
"So in sum." Courtney interrupted impatiently. "Don't get hit by any paint? Now can we get on with this?"
Chris contemplated that for a second, before pulling paintball pistol from a second holster at his belt and shooting Courtney in the leg, causing her to fall to her knees. "Don't interrupt me." He said, with stern voice and face. The sternness disappeared quickly. "But you were right!" Still smiling, he shot Courtney again in the chest. "But don't interrupt me.
Courtney clutched her breast, ignoring the paint seeping into her hand. She hissed in pain.
"Wow, way to put as at a disadvantage." Sadie scowled.
Duncan got in her face quickly. "Back off." He spat.
Sadie growled in anger, but retreated, stomping off into the forest by herself. "I'm going off on my own!" She huffed over her shoulder.
"Ohmygosh, Sadie!" Katie cried, running after her BFFL.
"Hey, get back here!" LeShawna snapped, but it was no use. The two BFFL's were gone.
"Well, the challenge starts in five minutes, so I'd get moving if I were you!" The host declared, walking off to his fancy trailer. "Best of luck to you all!"
"Eh, bite me." Trent spat.
Geoff helped Courtney to her feet, the latter still wincing in pain.
"You okay, dudette?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Courtney sighed. "Though I'm going to have bruises. What a dick."
"Less complaining, more moving." Duncan ordered. "We have a challenge to win."
"Good luck, you're going to seriously need it." Trent challenged them as he ran by.
"Shut it, Guitar Boy." Duncan snapped.
(Confessional: Katie & Sadie.)
Sadie stamped her ground in frustration. "I am like, so done with Courtney!"
Katie patted her friends arm in sympathy. "Like, don't worry Sadie. Just don't let her get to you."
Sadie put her head in her hands. "I try, but it's like, SO hard."
(End Confessional: Katie & Sadie.)
"Alright, I'm going to use my elite skills to take them done. But in order to be elite, you have to be alone." Cody said, trying and failing not to brag. He swirled his green paintball gun in his arms as he spoke. "So, like, I'm going to go off alone."
"That's fine." Heather scoffed. "Just don't get mauled by a bear out there, dweeb." [1]
Cody flashed his sly but-actually-not-so-sly-just-creepy-gap-toothed smiled at Heather. "I think I can live with that."
"Wanna go together, Heather?" Justin rhymed. "The two of us can double coat the deer we see."
Heather shrugged. "I don't see why not."
"Alright, let's scatter." LeShawna announced, starting to jog away.
"Wait up, LeShawna!" Beth lisped, using her short little legs to pump after her.
Everyone left except for Lindsay, who was looking confused. "Wait, what are we doing?" She asked.
Chris sighed. "See this?" He brandished his paintball gun.
Lindsay nodded.
Chris proceeded to shoot the blonde in the neck, causing her to squeal in pain. "Don't get hit by it. Now buzz off!"
Lindsay nodded and walked off, hand over he neck and tears stinging her eyes.
(Confessional: Chris.)
"I love my job!" Chris cackles.
(End Confessional: Chris.)
Ezekiel crept through the forest, keeping a wary eye and ear out for any approaching forms. He reached a small brook, and sat down on a rock, staring into the crystalline water.
Not good, eh. The homeschooler thought. The truth was, his situation was bleak. Ezekiel may not have been a genius, but he was no idiot, either. He could tell something was up between Duncan and Courtney, and Geoff and Bridgette too. What was confusing and worrying him the most, however, was that the vote between Tyler and Courtney the previous night had not been a tie. That means someone else must've sided with Duncan and his friends, and a sinking feeling in Ezekiel's gut told him he knew who.
"Ow!" A voice squeaked, stumbling into view in front of Ezekiel. Ezekiel sprang to his feet, ready to flee, but saw it was merely Lindsay, a Gopher deer, tripping over a rock in her heels. She sighed in frustration as she sat up, rubbing a bruise on her leg. She saw Ezekiel.
"Hi there." The blonde called glumly, looking down. Ezekiel noticed that there was a large bloody welt on the blonde's otherwise soft and smooth neck. The homeschooler quickly checked the ground around his feet and, to his joy, saw the perfect plant that could help the blonde. He grabbed it and cautiously headed over to Lindsay, who watched him approach with sad eyes.
"Here, eh." The homeschooler smiled kindly, handing the leaves to Lindsay. The blonde took them and stared at them blankly.
Ezekiel decided to help her out. "Crush them up in your hand, and press it on that nasty mark you have on your neck."
Lindsay did as she was told, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips.
Ezekiel beamed at her. "Better, huh? The plan is called- YEOWCH!" A paintable exploded on his back, and another one slammed against his thigh. He saw Red Gopher paint staining his hands. Ezekiel cursed 'Darn it!' and fled into the bushes, more paintballs trailing him but non connecting.
Lindsay watched Cody step out of the bushes. "Aww, he was helping me!"
"Sorry babe." Cody winked at her, in hot pursuit of his paint-splattered enemy. "Gotta play the game. Speaking of which, you should get moving." He noticed the mark on her neck. "You don't want any more of those, do you?" He asked, gesturing to said mark.
Lindsay shook her head reverently and got up, running back into the woods.
Duncan sighed, adjusting the uncomfortable deer tail that was pinching his buttocks. "This challenge blows." He mumbled aloud.
"Ssssh!" Courtney hissed at him, a few yards ahead of him. "Keep your mouth shut, we don't want to be found!"
Duncan eyed Courtney's butt, sure that the tail wasn't bothering her shapely behind.
"I will kick you in your small, scraggily little testicles.." Courtney snapped as she turned around, therefore catching the punk in the act.
"Sorry." Duncan apologized, though it was somehow negated by the cheesy smile on his face.
"Urgh!" Courtney stamped her foot. "You're such an ogre!"
"Eh, I've been called worse." Duncan smirked.
Courtney threw her hands up and stomped off, leaving Duncan by himself. He chuckled.
(Confessional: Courtney.)
"Duncan is such a vile creature! He has no social skills, a total lack of common courtesy, thinks breaking the rules is good, URGH!" Courtney pounded her foot against the ground once more.
(End Confessional: Courtney.)
Harold and Bridgette strolled through the woods, having decided to go together, as Bridgette's fear of the woods would be a huge detriment to their chances of winning.
"So…you're in the alliance, right?" Harold asked, trying to break the rather awkward silence.
Bridgette jumped. "Wait, how did you know about that?"
"I'm in it too." The nerd wheezed. "That's why it wasn't a tie last night between Courtney and Tyler…though if I had gone with my morals instead of my selfishness it would've been a tie." He then noticed the upset look on Bridgette's face, and changed course. "No, you have nothing to be ashamed about, you have a reason, you know, you and Geoff and stuff…" He trailed off awkwardly.
Bridgette smiled and pat Harold on the arm. "Hey, don't worry about it. And besides, you're right. We're all in this to get out, even if we don't like to think of it that way." Her face dropped a little. "I can only hope Geoff or I finds the last Idol, and that the other of us somehow wins." She then looked panicked. "Oh, not that I want you to lose, it's just-"
Harold shushed her. "No, I get it. Don't think twice about it. It's fine."
Bridgette sighed and nodded, keeping her eyes on the ground.
The two walked on in silence, before hearing a twig snap right behind them. The duo whipped around, paintball guns raised, only to find a smiling Geoff with his hands up.
"Easy dudes, just me." The relaxed bro smiled.
The two relaxed their paintball guns. "Hey Geoff." Bridgette smiled, happy to see her maybe-more-then-friends-friend.
"Hey Bridge." Geoff grinned. "How's it goi-?"
"Look out!" Harold wheezed, tackling Geoff to the ground as several paintballs soared over where Geoff just had been.
"Fly, you fool!" Harold rasped from the ground.
Geoff sprang up, getting tagged in the elbow by a paintball, and sprinted off.
Justin and Heather sprang into the clearing, aiming their guns at Bridgette and Harold while the latter did the same. The four, realizing that everyone present was a hunter, dropped their guns.
"I think I got him." Justin told Heather.
"Let's go after him, quickly!" Heather barked, and the two moved to follow the fleeing party boy.
Harold and Bridgette stepped in between them, blocking the duo's path.
Justin and Heather glanced at each other.
(Confessional: Justin.)
"Heather and I are both attractive people." Justin stated. "So I trusted her to be able to distract Heather," He flexes his biceps. "While I took care of Bridgette."
(End Confessional: Justin.)
(Confessional: Heather.)
Heather sighed. "I'm not even going to lie, I wasn't proud of what I did next. But hello, we're in a strenuous situation here, people!"
(End Confessional: Heather.)
Justin took of his shirt and winked at Bridgette, causing the blonde to turn pink and look away quickly.
Heather took charge by lifting up her shirt, exposing a lacy bra to Harold. [2]
Harold, a nerd who has had minimal experience with girls, stared before quickly looking away.
Justin used his moderate strength to ram into the distracted duo, sending them both toppling to the earth.
"Move!" Heather hissed, adjusting her shirt back to its normal position.
The two ran past Bridgette and Harold and pursued Geoff.
"Nice work back there." Heather complimented.
Justin grinned at her. "Thanks. It pays to be gorgeous."
Heather rolled her eyes.
(Confessional: Heather.)
Heather gagged. "Can he GET more vain? At least that was a good step in getting him to ally with me. [3]
(End Confessional: Heather.)
"Well girl, how you doing?" LeShawna asked Beth.
The two were currently resting near a brook, after running through the woods.
Beth shrugged. "As good as I can be, I suppose." She sighed.
"Sounds about right." The ghetto girl agreed. Her voice then took on a warning tone. "Now look here, I just want to let you know. I'm cool with helping you along as far as I can get you. But don't get it mixed up in your head that I'll put you before me."
"Oh, I understand." Beth smiled. "I wouldn't ask you to do it anyways. But don't think I'm not gonna try and beat you if we make the finale."
LeShawna clapped her friend on the back. "Wouldn't dream of it."
(Confessional: LeShawna.)
"Though it would be nice."
(End Confessional: LeShawna.)
Somebody walked into the clearing. LeShawna and Beth waved at him.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Trent asked, red paint staining his pant leg.
"Ooh, looks nasty." LeShawna shuddered, eyeing the 'wound'.
"Yeah, ran into Katie and Sadie, who were talking. Sadie was quick to fire."
"She's not shooting Katie though?" Beth asked, confused.
"It didn't look like she had any paint on her." Trent shrugged. He walked over to the brook. "Hmm…maybe this'll just come right off." He dunked his leg into the water. "Damn that's cold." He shivered. "It's not working." The musician sighed. "Must be oil based or something."
(Confessional: Chris.)
Chris cackled. "It's a good thing I'm smart, or otherwise Trent's little cheaty-ways might've worked!"
(End Confessional: Chris.)
Katie and Sadie were sitting in a small clearing. Sadie had just been venting for the past hour, albeit a two minute break to shoot at Trent as he ran by. Due to the venting, both girls were red eyed and breathing heavily.
As the two took a moment to catch their breath, Duncan and Courtney walked into the clearing by chance. Needless to say, the latter two were not very happy at the sight that greeted them.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Courtney spluttered, trying to take in what was going on in front of her.
"What's the matter?" Sadie asked, confused.
"Shoot her! Shoot her!" Duncan yelled, startling the two BFFL's.
"Why would I shoot Katie?" The chubby girl asked, still confused.
"She's on the enemy team, you retard!"
Katie stood up. "Hey, like, don't insult my BFFL, okay?"
Courtney took a step forward. "Give me the paintball gun, Sadie!"
Sadie gasped. "No way! I'm not going to let you shoot Katie!"
"Yea." Katie added. "Like, get over it, Bitch-In-Training."
Courtney flushed a dark red, and Duncan took a very menacing step forward. "Take it back." The punk snarled.
"Like, make me." Katie scoffed. "No one gives my BFFL trouble and gets away with it."
"Oh that's it!" Courtney screeched, losing her temper. "Give me the gun, you useless cow!" She launched herself at Sadie and the two began wrestling for control of the gun.
Katie's gasp, if possible, was even higher than the last, and she lunged at the brawling duo and drove her foot into Courtney's ribs, knocking the tan girl off the pale one, leaving her to heave on the ground as she clutched her side in pain.
"How dare you call Sadie fat? She's delightful round!" Katie spat.
Sadie got up and shot Courtney in the face. "How dare you try and make me hurt Katie or try and hurt her yourself!"
Duncan's fist went crashing into Sadie's face so fast that Katie didn't even have time to react. He snatched the gun from the ground as Sadie crashed to the ground and unloaded on Katie, causing the skinny girl to sob in pain as the hard paintballs created welts and bruises on her dark skin.
At that moment, Geoff ran into the clearing, followed closely by Justin and Heather. Geoff stopped at the sight of Katie, on her knees, sobbing. Sadie, also sobbing, lying flat on her back nursing her cheek, and Courtney struggling to her feet, face bleeding and heaving mad.
That was a mistake for the party boy, as Justin and Heather had been gaining distance on him, and they burst into the clearing. The two sprayed Geoff down.
Duncan, with fast reflexes, whipped his gun up and smirked. He clicked the trigger, but had used all his ammo on Katie, and it clicked empty. He looked at it.
"Son of a bitch."
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT.
Duncan and a little of Courtney were now covered in paint. At that moment Chris's voice rang through the camp.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm ending the challenge early, it's pretty clear who won!"
(Confessional: Katie & Sadie.)
Katie and Sadie are nursing their injuries.
"Oh my god, you were right, Courtney is so terrible!" Katie sobbed. "And Duncan too, it hurt so much!"
"I am so getting Courtney eliminated tonight." Sadie vowed. "She's such a marshmallow eating freak!" [4]
(End Confessional: Katie & Sadie.)
"My goodness." Chris tutted, eyeing the campers. He was specifically eyeing Sadie, Courtney, Duncan, Katie and Geoff.
"Huh," Trent eyed Geoff. "Makes my hit not seem so bad."
"Well, due to having four members covered in paint, even though one is a deer and covered in her own teams paint…you know what, I can't even describe how awful you guys did. It's pretty clear that the Bass are the losers…big time."
The Bass sighed, though there were many glares thrown in around the team.
(Confessional: Lindsay.)
Lindsay scratched her head. "Is it just me, or are there some bad vibes coming from the Fishes?
(End Confessional: Lindsay.)
Since it was only about noon when the challenge ended, the campers had six hours until dinner.
It was about three o'clock when Sadie decided to make her move. She found the prairie boy reading the Bible, sitting on the porch of his cabin.
"Hey, like, Ezekiel! Can we like talk for a second please?" She asked.
Ezekiel looked up. Closing his holy book, he pat the chair next to him. "Sure thing, Sadie." He said warmly. "How can I help you?"
Sadie cut right to the chase. "Vote for Courtney. She's an evil witch and I hate her!"
Ezekiel blinked in surprise. "Well, that seems out of your nature to concoct something like this, eh…but sure, I'll do it. Out of everyone on this team, she hinders it most."
Sadie grinned and gave him a bone crushing hug, knocking his toque askew. "Thank you, thank you!" She ran off. "I'm going to go talk to Harold and Bridgette and Geoff!"
Ezekiel gave her retreating form a sympathetic look. "Good luck." He said softly.
(Confessional: Ezekiel.)
Ezekiel sighed. "I'm no idiot. I would be utterly surprised if Courtney was the one eliminated tonight, especially after Sadie's display of violence tonight. I will keep my word, however. If only for Katie's sake.
(End Confessional: Ezekiel.)
(Confessional: Sadie.)
Sadie clapped happily. "I talked to Bridgette and Geoff and Harold, and they all said they'd think about it! I think I'll be okay! EEEEIIIIII!
(End Confessional: Sadie.)
Dinner found the fifteen teens quietly eating in the Mess Hall. The food was vegetarian chili, or something of the sorts. You could never be quite sure with Chef's cooking.
The Gophers were all eating together, and there was some quiet talking between Beth and LeShawna and Heather and Justin. Everyone else on the team was eating in silence, looking down at their plates or staring out into space. Katie had gone off to sit with Sadie in a separate corner, the two chattering worriedly.
The Bass table was worse. Sadie was absent, and Duncan and Courtney were glaring at the two pink-clad girls in the corner. Harold was staring down at the table, his food untouched. Geoff and Bridgette were whispering to each other, the former with a consoling tone and the latter with a frantic one. Ezekiel just sat there eating awkwardly.
Chris entered the Mess Hall. "Whoa there, keep it down guys." He laughed. "It's too noisy in here!"
"Oh can it you old fag." Heather scoffed. "What are you doing here anyways?"
Chris glared at her. "I'm here to tell the Bass it's time for the elimination ceremony. Chop chop, people!"
"Why are you coming here personally? Usually you just announce it over the speakers, you fatass." Duncan scoffed.
Chris's fingers clenched. "Ooh, you snot nosed shits. Almost makes me glad that you're all going to die at some point." He paused and a look of revelation appeared on his face. "Oh wait, I've always been glad! Hahaha!" After the laughing spell, he answered Duncan's question. "Anyways, I just wanted to mix things up a little, sue me!" [5]
"Believe me, when I get out of here, I will." Courtney smirked.
Chris ignored her and waved his hands prudishly. "C'mon, c'mon. Onto the ceremony, chop chop!"
The Bass reluctantly got up, all but one.
"Promise me you'll come back." Katie said tearfully. "Promise."
"Don't worry!" Sadie smiled confidently. "I promise, I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning, right here at breakfast!" She extricated herself from her long time best friends grip and headed off into the darkness.
"Only seven of you left, huh. Soon to be six. That's almost kind of halfway, if eleven wasn't an odd number." The maniacal host said as he observed the seven sitting teens. He glanced at the fire, casting it's ever eerie glow through the area. Firelight flickered off the seven campers faces as they prepared to send one of their own to their deaths.
"Let's get this show a-movin'." Robert Mclean's son grinned, flashing his evil smile. "This first marshmallow goes to…Geoff."
Geoff squeezed Bridgette's hand. He stood up, stick in hand, and proceeded to toast his marshmallow.
Two marshmallow's glistened in Chris's hands. "Bridgette and Harold."
The two smiled at each other and high-fived, though the smiles were strained. Bridgette gave Geoff a hug as they toasted their marshmallows.
"Three marshmallows, four campers." The egotistic man's dragging on of the horrid ceremony just proved how much of a rating's whore he was. He held up another two marshmallows. "Duncan and Ezekiel."
The punk and the homeschooler gave semi-indifferent glances to each other as the stood up and grabbed their own symbols of safety.
"One more person left. Courtney or Sadie, who does it go to?" Chris asked theatrically and rhetorically.
Sadie glared at Courtney, nervous because, honestly, who wouldn't be nervous? But the butterball was also confident and gave a smirk at the CIT, who was even more confident than Sadie.
"The final marshmallow goes to…
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Dramatic music started playing as the camera switched between Courtney and Sadie's faces on each drum beat. Sweat beaded on foreheads, then poured down them. Tears of anticipation dusted Courtney's eyes involuntarily as sweat sting her forehead welt.
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Courtney."
Both girls gasped. Courtney practically sprinted to receive her marshmallow.
"Sadie, you've been eliminated."
Sadie just stared at the ground in shock. A tear hit the ground. Still in shock, Chef came up behind her and hoisted her roughly to her feet. He nudged her to a wooden table that was nearby, and pushed her onto it. Strapping her to the table, he clapped his hand.
The same big brutish fellow that had done in Eva's head with a dumbbell walked out of the shadows, and the six campers shivered as he walked by. He held up a shiny, sharp, three foot saw. He walked over to the now crying girl.
"Please! Let me say goodbye to Katie!" She bawled. "Pleasseeeee!"
The brutish man ignored her and placed the blade on her flabby stomach. His arm moved, and a large red gash appeared on her stomach, causing the girl to howl out in pain.
No one on the former Bass team, not even Courtney and Duncan, watched as the brutish man went to work cutting Sadie in half.
He kept sawing. She passed out about half way through.
THUNK.
The saw hit wood, and the girl breathed no more.
"You may go." Chris smirked as the brutish man cleaned his saw.
The six contestants ran back to their cabins, getting the hell away from the nightmarish sight of Sadie's lifeless eyes staring at the fire, blood staining both parts of her body.
Chris faced the camera. "Well, not really a surprising elimination, when you think about it. Who'll be eliminated next time? See what's cooking on the next dramatic episode of Total! Drama! Island!"
Bridgette guiltily looked at her shoes. "I…I vote for Sadie."
Courtney pounded her hand into her palm. "When I say someone is going down, they go down."
"I'm voting for Sadie!" Duncan said solemnly. "It's not even that today's events changed anything."
Ezekiel drummed his fingers together. "I'm going to keep my word and vote for Courtney."
"I vote for Sadie. Sorry dudette." Geoff sighed.
"I'm voting for Sadie, sorry Sadie." Harold told the camera.
"Courtney is going down!" Sadie sobbed. "She's so horrid!"
Vote Count:
Sadie: Five Votes. (Bridgette, Courtney, Duncan, Geoff, Harold.)
Courtney: Two Votes. (Ezekiel, Sadie.)
Screaming Gophers: Trent, Heather, Beth, Cody, Katie, Justin, Lindsay, LeShawna.
Killer Bass: Courtney, Geoff, Ezekiel, Harold, Bridgette, Duncan.
Execution Order: Izzy, Owen, Noah (Saved), Eva, DJ, Gwen, Tyler, Sadie.
Reasoning:
Sadie's a good character. She was part of Katie's resolve to actually try and she always stood up for herself. She's gained the respect of Duncan and the other Bass members, barring Courtney of course. Originally she was going to be in the first three voted out, but I pushed her back a little. The question is, how will Katie cope now that her BFFFL is gone…forever?
[1] Hah. Wrong universe, Heather.
[2] I know Heather apparently didn't wear a bra when she accidently flashed Harold in "X-treme Torture", but hey, bite me. :P
[3] No Justin/Heather in this story, just to let everyone know. I feel sometimes people take harmless interactions as possible shipping foreshadowing.
[4] Irony. Hah.
[5] Maybe he came into the Mess Hall just to boost Knifez's word count a tad. Hah.
And Sadie is gone! Wow! That's soooo surprising. Please review!
